Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.